You keep telling me you can sing, okay okay You keep telling me I got a song called Dear Zuma Why don't you try this Sick of this place Had it with the race I'm zoomin out of here today Chuckin all of my stuff Had about enough Nothin gonna stand in my way There's a place down south Near a river mouth Where the senoritas come and go The surf is hot The crowds are not I'm outta here that's all she wrote I'm thinking about home Don't miss it at all They can shove it up there in L.A. Even though there's no phone And I'm nearly alone I'm really stoked to be here and away Dear Zuma, You're not what you used to be, oh no. I hear you're scum because of petroleum. I'm going away. I know there's a million places to see in Mexico. Paddling out I let out a shout It's getting pretty hairy out here I wish my buds could see me now I'd buy them all a round of beer Dear Zuma, You're not what you used to be, oh no. I hear you're scum because of petroleum. I'm nearly alone, yet I know there's a million Faces to see in Mexico. Never goin home goin further away L.A.'s just a really bad dream How could anyone hang in that phony tony town Could someone please send a fly screen How was that? You should try Star Search with that talent. I liked it. Well, thank you.